Victim of Tyrants
Victim of TyrantsKim Rendell stood by the propped-up “Starshine” in the transport hall of the primary museum on Alphin III. He regarded a placard under the spaceship with a grim and entirely mirthless amusement. He was unshaven and hollow-cheeked. He was even ragged. He was a pariah because he had tried to strike at the very foundation of civilization. He stood beside the hundred-foot, tapering hull, his appearance marking him as a blocked man. And he re-read the loan-placard within the railing about the exhibit.
Citizens, be grateful to Kim Rendell, who shares with you the pleasure of contemplating this heirloom.
This is a spaceship, like those which for ten thousand years were the only means of travel between planets and solar systems. Even after matter-transmitters
